Under Buzhou Mountain, a mysterious space!
Before Pangu Palace.
Twelve blood cocoons were in ceaseless discussion.
"My elder brothers, we can now Transform," declared Fire God Zhu Rong suddenly, sensing the ability and blurting it out in impatience.
Water God Gonggong, with a calm temperament, heard Zhu Rong's outcry and humphed in disdain: "Why the rush?
Everyone can feel it, there's no need for your superfluous words!"
"You..."
Gonggong's mocking words sparked Zhu Rong's resentment. The two had often argued since they gained Spiritual Wisdom, and now they began bickering again over an impulsive remark!
Water and fire do not mix!
Just as the saying goes!
Fortunately, Space Ancestor Witch Emperor Jiang commanded immense authority and was able to stop their quarrel!
He then said, "Transform!"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing these words, the remaining eleven Ancestor Witches no longer hesitated. They each mobilized their energy in preparation to Transform.
